All I know is, a writer ever walks into Homicide looking to shadow someone, I’m shooting them on-sight.

Why is the Chosen One always a he?

I fully expect the police to come after me. To which I have just one thing to say: good luck.

You're no better. Playing dress-up like you know right from wrong. Who made you the fucking hero?I did.

So now that you know my truth, let's talk about yours.

By all means, tell the cops about the crazy robot lady with the black leather body suit and the Kill Bill sword. Hope you like straitjackets.

Did you seriously just use the word 'loins'?

Read and write. That's the recipe for being a writer.